[A Stupid Hot Mess] -- [Kirk and Bones]

[kirktastic]

After the communication with Bones, Kirk already knew this was going to not go well. He had left a last note to Bones, giving him the location of a small lounge near the residential area. It was supposed to be for ambassadors, but hell, he was Captain. He could use it, and he could lock it down.

He also knew the replicator had access to the alcoholic menu.

He flopped down with a grunt into a heavily padded chair and closed his eyes. His left hand was throbbing slowly in time with his heart beat, and he told it to leave him alone. This was the absolute last thing he ever wanted to be doing.

And Bones was forcing him to. Fuck.

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[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

Kirk tensed up with that comment and turned an angry glare on Bones, "That's my personal stuff to deal with, okay?" His shoulders were tight, tense, and he turned away from Bones completely, stalking across the room. "I lived my whole life with it. Don't deal with it."

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

"Is this how it's always gonna be with us?" Bones asked, following Kirk from a distance. "You gonna be tensing up like this ten years from now, when I ask about the Narada, or your childhood, or whatever the fuck happened to you that makes you wake up frightened in the middle of the night? Ignoring it all, acting like there's nothing wrong?"

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

Kirk didn't turn around, "What about every time, when we were in the academy, anyone mentioned their father?" His voice was very soft. "You think you're free of your own nightmares? You have them too."

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

Bones stood silent. "Yeah," he replied after a long moment. "Guess I do. But we're not talking about me right now, we're talkin' 'bout you."

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

"But how can you tell me that what I'm doing is wrong, when you're doing it yourself?" Kirk asked softly.

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

"Because maybe I'm as fucked up as you are, and just - no one's called me on it."

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

"Maybe we're not fucked up. We're just two guys with shitty things happening in our lives and that's how we cope." Kirk turned back and looked at Bones. "I'm willing to talk to you Bones, even if I don't want to, but I'm not gonna just sit here and let you tell me I'm fucked up."

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

"But we're not coping, Jim, we're ignoring it," Bones replied with a sigh. "I can admit it, I've pushed a lot of it back, don't want to talk about it, don't want to think about it."

"I didn't mean to say you were fucked up, Jim... though I think that something's wrong when two people like us can share almost everything but what happened to them." He shrugged, moving to a chair and sitting down heavily in it. "Maybe I'm just tired of not knowing what happened to you, not being able to do more for you, or being so damned sad all the time when I think about what happened before..."

Bones looked up at the ceiling and bit his lip. "She asked me about it. About what happened with my dad."

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

"...Your mom?" Kirk asked, sitting down again and looking with worry to Bones. He clenched his fists, and then let out a breath.

"You ask me a question. Not a crazy broad question. Give me something specific, and I'll answer. And you do the same. Okay?"

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

Bones looked over at Kirk sitting across from him. He looked... willing, if that was a way to describe someone. Nodding, he took a breath.

"Why did you ask for those tattoos?"

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

"I was drugged. I can't remember a lot of it." Kirk said quietly, honestly, leaning back with a manner that suggested he was still uneasy. "I just listened to him talk for hours on end... and he went to write more of his stuff on me and... I just remember thinking that I wanted something of mine instead."

He shrugged, a little. "Made sense, then. Now..." He brushed his fingers over Vulcan. "I don't know. Don't know."

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

"You told me that you wanted to keep them," Bones responded quietly. "Do you still feel that way?"

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

"...ones on my arm." He tapped his right forearm with the side of his index finger. "The rest can go."

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

Bones was quiet for a long time, watching Kirk, trying like hell to get some objectivity back. Kirk was lucid, not arguing, not evading. He seemed to understand what had happened, with the tattoos, and the ones he wanted to keep were meaningful to him, even if the means of obtaining them had been horrific.

Had this been any other patient, what would Bones response be?

"Alright," Bones told him.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

"...you got to meet John, yet?" He asked quietly, looking across the room at the other wall, his hand slowly unclenching.

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," Bones told him, confused. "Met him the night he and Joanna arrived. Had dinner with us to, the other night." Bones leaned forward. "Why?"

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

"Kinda weird. He looks exactly like you. Even some of your same facial stuff and movements." Kirk smirked a bit. "Not the same as Jim and I."

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

"What does this have to do with what we're talking about?" Bones asked.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

"You said I could ask about anything. Doesn't mean it has to be something to do with what happened."

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

"Oh, yeah," Bones said, with a small smile. "All the things you could ask about, you wanna know about that?"

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

"There's more. Just a good starting point." Kirk tried for a small smile this time, but it was a bit forced.

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

Bones chuckled a little. "Have you talked to your dad about what happened to him?" he asked. He'd be speaking with George tomorrow about this.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

"No." Kirk shrugged softly, "Why would he talk to me about it?"

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

"Because you two are family and you shared a terrible experience?" Bones asked him.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

"But why would we talk about it?" Kirk frowned at Bones, confused. He didn't want to talk about it, and George probably didn't want to either.